Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2006 16:24:26 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Country 06 The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. Use protection in real life. `Got condom?' "Nature Country" 06 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Um, Chad?" A hand on his shoulder at first made him think a customer had a question, but turning his disposition made him tread back water. "What?" Chad replied, checking off inventory. "Look, I'm real sorry for acting like a total.... shithead." That grabbed Chad's attention. "I'll say," he didn't back down. "Listen," Zach went on. He took the inventory clipboard from Chad's hand, causing the pencil to paint a line down the order form. "Chad, I'm going to go and get some professional help." "Oh?" Then, totally off subject, "By the way, nice sweatshirt." "Yeah, it's a little big." "XXL?" Chad says, bending the little tab at the back, outwards. "So, I take a medium. It's the thought that counts." "Oh?" "Mr. Courson had been concerned enough to help me extract my ass from the dairy case... gave me his sweatshirt." "I guess I kind of over-reacted some." "No you didn't. I deserved that punch to the jaw fair and square, Chad." "Well, after I'd simmered down, I didn't feel so proud of myself, Zach. Believe me." "Still, I could understand the pressure I put on you and I'm real sorry." They shook hands. Zach asks, "Now, can I have my job back?" % "Where's my daddy?" Diego asks Barry and Steve. Coming to collect the kids, it did dawn on Barry and Steve that the question might arise. So they decided to tell the truth. "Your Daddy-Callan had a little accident at the hospital." "Daddy-Callan? What happened?" "Yeah, fill us in," the other two kids wanted to know, too. The two dads, Bernice, Philip and Aidan find out just how much Callan has grown on the ten year old. At first the silence, then the sniffles, then rain poured down. "Ooooooh, I'm sure your daddy is going to be alright," Bernice replied, gathering the ten year old up in her smooshy bosom. "In fact," Barry informed the young lad, "I bet you can go see him tomorrow." "Taco, too?" "They don't allow dogs in the hospital, Diego," Aidan informed his bud, "but we'll take care of Taco for you." "You will, Aidan?" "Sure. If it's okay with my dads." "That'll be fine," Steve answered. "Thanks guys!" Bernice cordially invites, "Now that you've had your desserts, how about some dinner?" "Oh, we're too full for dinner, Aunt Bernice!" Aidan expressed his need not to put anything more in his full belly. The other two had their fill of Zebra Cake, as well. "Thanks very much, but we have the other boys to think about, as well and I'm sure Max has something planned for dinner." Bernice then goes to the phone, dials, waits for the other end to pick up, which happens and negotiates. Two minutes later she returns. "Sounds kind of upbeat to me, coming back from the cemetary, but Max says he wouldn't mind a night off, if it's fine with you two." Both dads shrug their shoulders, giving the okay. Next thing they hear, is the call of the wild, "Albeeeeeeeeeerto?" "You don't have to scream, dear." "Oh, sorry darlin'," Bernice remarks, seeing Alberto standing directly next to her. "Can you rustle up some burgers of something for the Clark-Barr clan?" "I think I can manage something, dearest!" Alberto replies in his overly-sweet manner, meant to be said in front of others. "Steve and I will go collect the other boys." "Can I have a burger, too?" Philip asks. "Yeah, me too," Diego says. "Me three?" Aidan thirds it. "I thought you boys had been filled to the gills with Zebra Cake?" Bernice questions them. Aidan speaks for all three, "By the time dinner's ready we'll be all emptied out!" "Hey, Aunt Bernice?" "Yes, darlin'?" She acknowledges Diego. "Can we play monopoly?" "Cool idea," Philip congratulates his ten year old buddy with a hand to his shoulder. "Why surely. You know where it's kept." "Aunt Bernice, you're the bestest!" The other two agree with Philip, as they run off to the den. Walking back outdoors, through the iron arch, to their own abode, Steve and Barry chat. "Looks as though Max might be feeling some of that burden lifted from his shoulders." "Seems like it, Steve. After four months, maybe Max can start to get his life back in order." "I sure hope he can find another man or at least want to." "Right. From what Chad and Matty have said, even though Terry had broken off their relationship, at the time, Max wasn't ready to pursue another one." "I didn't know that," Steve replies. "In fact, Chad is the one who said the Max didn't want anything to do with another man." "Kind of being strict on himself. I mean, for a fact, having you to hug, hold and do `other' stuff with... well, to not have that... you know what I mean!" Indeed Barry knew, putting his arm around Steve's shoulder, cornering at the turn into the backyard of their residence. After breaking from their kiss, Steve says, "What brought that on?" "Nothing. Wanted to show my love for you. That's all." "I can't believe that it's been a little over a year. Seems like you've been in my life for ages, Barry." "Right, which reminds me." "What's that?" "The Madrigal Dinner for this year." "Are you putting that on again?" "Last year's fundraiser was such a sellout that parents want a reprise." "Complete with Barry Manilow as king?" "Hmm... Ritchie Manilow's last year." "I know. He's a senior." "His last year, Barry. Get while the getting's good." "I hear ya Steve." "Better get Agnes on the mic, Monday morning, get him into your office. Have Ritchie dial his Uncle Barry right there, on the spot." Barry had to giggle at Steve's persistence. "Oh, by the way Steve, how's the LGBT `little league' going?" "Good. Oh, by the way, look for some of the boys knocking on your door Monday morning." "Oh?" "Yes. Seems that there's some homophobia going on in the boys locker room." "Oh? How come you can't tell me about it, Steve?" "What? And deprive these boys out of standing up for their own rights?" "True. I get your point. I'll keep an eye out for them." "One of the reasons I'm telling you is that your assistant `boss'..." "Agnes?" "You got it. She usually grills any kid that tries to see you." "Hmm, no wonder I don't see many students." "Which might not be great socially." "True. It's good that students come to me with problems, even though there are guidance counselors, the school psychologist and you teachers." "Oh, you don't know how popular you've come, Barry." "I think I do. I haven't had one kid yet, run the other way when they saw me coming." Steve laughed it up, as they entered the house. "You're in a chipper mood, Max," Steve tells him. Max walked around the kitchen, gathering ingredients, whistling a happy tune. "Whatcha doing there, Max?" "Making some corn muffins. I called back, got Alberto and offered to make a contribution." "Nice of you. So," Barry continues, "how did you and Matty make out at the cemetary." "Make out? We didn't do anything like that," Max says. "What makes you say something like that?" Barry looks to Steve. "I think what Barry is driving at, Max, is not `making out', like in `kissin' stuff', but making out like in general? How did you find everything? In order?" "Um, yeah. We did fine." "That's all I was wondering. Steve and I are going to get freshened up. If you see any of the boys, clue them in to our dinner plans, Max?" "Sure. No problem." % "What do you think, Andy? Is Christian worth keeping around here?" "Um, sure." Chad wondered about the cool reply. He turned to Christian and asked, "So, Chris, does the work interest you?" "Beats driving all over creation peddling booze!" Andy giggled, along with Chad, however, not getting a definitive answer, he decided to put away his questions for another day. "Well, I'm going to be getting out of here. Zach is still here if you have any problems and oh! Before I forget. Birdy called for you. Here's his number, Chris. You can use the phone in my office." "Okay. Thanks, Chad. You don't know what he wants, do you?" "I'm not sure. Might be to go over what you're part time responsibilities will be." "I see." "If you want, you can take off now, Chris." "No, that wouldn't be necessary. Um, Andy invited me out for a beer after we close." "I see," Chad says, eyeing up Andy's reaction, which he doesn't get, seeing the top of his head, as Andy bends to move some cans around in a box. "Don't wait too long, Chris. I think the cafe closes at six on Saturday's. It's five now." "I'll make the call now. Be right back, Andy." "He might want to talk to you about staying at his place. Remember he offered?" "I know, but Andy offered me the extra bedroom at his place." "Oh? That's generous of you, Andy." Chad began to have second thoughts about Andy being straight, but then, as he headed back to his office to get his coat, decided not to jump to conclusions. Still, that doubt remained. % "Hey you two!" "Huh?" Conner says, ready to doze off onto Jim's shoulder. "Huh? What?" Jim suddenly becomes alert, from a light nap. "Go home!" Maury yells at them. "Why? You don't like us anymore?" Conner questions, being silly. "Maybe we better, before we get infected from his BO!" Jim jokes. "If I didn't have this tube stuck up my arm, I'd haul off and let you have it, boy!" Approaching the bed, Jim says, "You mean like when you grabbed my ankle and almost made me fall and break my balls?" "Hee hee.. you're a poet and didn't know it!" They both booed Maury's joke. "All kidding aside. There's nothing you boys can do for me here." "Wanna bet?" Jim provokes. Moving to the curtain he grabs the edge of it, pulling it closed, separating Callan's portion of the room. "Excuse me," Jim says to Alonzo, asking him to move his chair slightly. "What's he up to?" Maury asks Conner. "Beats me." Soon, Jim's plan unravels as he grabs the white sheet, at the foot of the bed, crumbles it up in his fist and gives a heave. "What tha?" Maury shouts out. "Shhhh," Jim says, putting his finger to his lips. "You're gonna wake the guy next door." "Oh? Is he sleeping?" "Yeah. His partner stepped out for some coffee." Conner states, "He probably knew we wanted some privacy." "Privacy? Oh, so you are keeping something from me, Connor. Okay guys, what little devious act have you cooked up for me?" Connor began following Jim's lead, placing his hand on Maury's fuzzy thigh and running his flat palm up, under the hospital garment. "Oooooooooh!" Maury sighed. "What are... you.... guys....ooooooh!" Maury went from a rigid Pilate's stature, looking over his body, neck bent, to flopping his head down into his pillow, as he felt hands touch his balls. "I'll take his stick. You take his balls," Jim commented. After making Maury hard as a rock, his monolith standing up out of the canyon between his legs, tenting his hospital skirt, Jim cued Connor into taking on the stroking of Maury's shaft, while still tumbling his orbs in his other hands. Jim saw the end of the bow that held the garment in place behind Maury's neck. Giving a gentle pull, it easily released the bow. Not realizing what the hell was going on, Maury just lay there, as Connor tantalized his grand canyon. "Oh, you're bad," Connor said to Jim, who shushed his lover. Reaching in, under the purple and pink posey garment, Jim rubbed Maury's hairy chest, which produced more sighing and moaning. "Oh man, Jim. You've got him leaking!" Connor said, holding up his hand with goo all over it. "That ain't nothin'. Just wait!" Ulterior motives had been Jim's objective from the start. With two hands pawing Maury's hairy chest, his fingers and thumbs latched onto his two nubs, adorning each pec. With a tiny squeeze of each nip, sent Maury into arching his back. "Damn! Take it easy Jim!" "Show me," Jim replied. Maury wasn't the only one getting his jiggles out of this. "That's so fuckin' hot!" Jim announced, seeing Connor's hand slimed up. Even Connor got into the erotic act, saying to Jim, "Look!" Holding up his palm, Connor licked it. "Ugh! That's so disgustingly awesome!" Jim contradicted himself. "Hee heee... I think I have a cooler idea." Connor says, "Jim, you're such a slut!" "Me? I'm not the one eating Maury's precum like there's no tomorrow, Connor!" By the time he finished his sentence, Jim had his tee shirt stripped, his sneakers kicked off, his belt unbuckled and unzipping his pants. "What are you going to do, Jim?" "Hee heee... humilitate the hell out of Maury!" "You better not be doing what I think you're doing, Jim. He'll get pissed!" "I'll get pissed at what?" Maury overhears. "You didn't think that all this TLC was for free, Maury?" Maury looked to the side of his hospital bed. Jim stood there in his briefs, the eighteen year old's thumbs clipped under the elastic, readying to peel them off. "Wha.. what the hell are you doing, Jim?" "If you want to dance to the music, you gotta pay to the piper!" Now, both Connor and Jim knew Maury was a total top, but as Jim tossed his briefs to the empty chair and pressed one knee on the hospital bed, if remained to be seen what would transpire. Maury didn't say a thing. Connor had refrained from anymore massaging, until Jim had climbed up on the bed, worked his body so that his knees straddled Maury's stomach. His teen ass lingered at first above Maury's cock, then moved on up his body. "Watch out for the tube in his arm, Jim." "Don't worry. Pretty soon Maury here is going to have something else dripping into his body!" "No," Maury said, but not too convincingly. "Yes," Jim told him, moving up Maury's bod, so that his cock now rested on his hairy chest, the tip of his nine inch nail pointing like a compass, to Maury's Adam's apple. "Jim, what are you doing? You know Maury's a top!" Grinning, Jim left it as is. Maury didn't say a word. His semi erect shooter lay there in the thirty-four year olds nest of dark brown hair, between his pecs. His eyes peered down, staring. They widened, looking as wide as saucers, as Jim's hand approached, laying his palm flat across his barrel. Then with a pressed motion, ground the sides of his shaft back and forth, rolling it between Maury's pecs. Conner, left with nothing to do, brushed Jim's hand away and took up the massaging action. Leaning back, Jim dropped his head back, placing his hands on his own thighs. Maury's eyes remained glued to the seventeen year old tenderly rolling his lover's cock back and forth across his chest, between his pecs. "Did you like your nips played with Maury? Huh?" Conner didn't wait for an answer. With his free hand, he took up playing with the hairy nip, occasionally wetting his finger and thumb before firming it up. Maury gave in, his head crashing back into the pillow, moaning like crazy. Jim pointed out, "He's up again," pointing over his own shoulder, with his thumb. He then let on, to Connor, "And you thought he was a total top!" Not saying a thing, Maury let the two teens play with his body. "I wonder..." Conner had a thought. Instead of priming his saliva, with Jim's permission, "Just a sec, Jim," Conner stuck his hand down his jeans, emerging with some shiny liquid on his finger. He dared to coat Maury's lips. "What tha?" Maury called out. Conner giggled. "You guys!" They both thought they had been in for it, until they watched as Maury licked his lips. "He likes it, Conner. Give him some more!" Again, Maury didn't say anything, letting it all happen. At the same time, Jim's directive seemed to give Conner permission to release him from massaging his cut shaft. "Yeah, hold on a sec," Conner replied. Spritely, Conner undid his belt, unzipped, dropped his jeans to ankle position, then anchored his elastic waistline under his balls. One stroke up his already lengthened tube gave him enough for a full feeding. "It's so hot seeing Conner hard, isn't it Maury?" "Him? You're both hotties!" Jim and Conner both got a few giggles out of that. As Maury sucked on Conner's finger, Jim took on the dominate manner, "Yeah, suck it clean, Maury. Tastes real good, to eat a high school boy's cum, don't it?" "Mmmm," Maury signaled in the affirmative. "More?" Conner asked, pulling his clean-as-a-whistle finger out of Maury's mouth. `Time to take it from the source, eh Maury?" "Huh?" His gaze had changed from looking at the seventeen year olds modestly hairy pubes, the hard shaft bleeding out the gooey meal, to Jim's dark, hairy pubes, his hard shaft lying on his own chest, being picked up in Jim's hand, his balls springing back to their roundness after being cut in two by the base of his shaft pressing against them. Normally Maury would play the part of the master, feeding his manhood to the boy. He figured nobody was around to tell the wiser, so he played along. Taking his time deciding, Jim had leaned forward, putting both hands on either side of the top of the pillow. Maury's gaze looked to both sides, eyeing up the dark hair formed in the hull of each of Jim's pits, then to his face. "Go ahead. Take it, Maury. I know you want to taste my teen cock!" Both boys had Maury in their clutches. As he parted his lips, dropping the tip of Jim's cock in his mouth, his arm, the one without the needle stuck in it, fell from the side of the bed. Jim smiled, turning his head to Conner, seeing him throwing his head back, then looking down to see Maury's hand fondling his lover's barrel. "Don't get greedy, Maury. You can suck out Conner's manjuice after you've had your fill of mine!" % 6 Continued.... Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.